All Chapters of Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

I sighed. "This junior girl named Sarah Mitchell. Remember that day I slapped Allison in the hallway?""How could I forget? That was fucking beautiful.""Well, Sarah was the girl Allison was bullying back then. She recognized me and wanted to help. Turns out her dad builds security systems for a living, and she's been his assistant since she was a kid. She picked Madison's lock in under a minute.""Goddamn." Jace shook his head, looking almost impressed. "Okay, so you've got this random girl helping you commit crimes now. Great. What else?"I got to the part about cutting open the bag, and Jace actually groaned out loud. "You can't be fucking serious. Please tell me you didn't actually—""I did." I pulled out the SD card from my pocket and placed it on the table between us. "But look what I found."Jace picked up the tiny memory card, examining it like it was a bomb that might go off. "What's on it?""Photos of my handwriting. Tons of them. From library books I'd made notes in over the

"Fuck," Jace breathed out quietly, his body tensing as he spotted her too. "What if she sees you? You're not supposed to be here anymore. That's trespassing or some shit on top of everything else, isn't it?"I couldn't even answer him. My throat had completely closed up. I just kept that heavy book pressed against my face like it was some kind of magical shield that could protect me somehow.Mr. Patterson said something to Mrs. Sinclair, gesturing toward the back section of the library, practically pointing his finger at me.She nodded curtly, her sharp hawk-like eyes beginning to scan the room, moving from table to table, just as a predator searching for prey would."Lena Hartwell?"Her voice literally cut through the quiet library atmosphere, piercing my ears. My entire body went completely rigid with pure terror."Is that you?" Mrs. Sinclair's voice grew louder, more incredulous and outraged with each word."What on earth are you doing on school grounds? You were expelled effective

That was all the confirmation I needed. All the proof that what I'd built over these past months; my reputation, my status, my place at the top, actually meant something.That people actually liked me. Respected me. Wanted me to win.I couldn't fail this. I couldn't let my entire life get snatched away from me because of Allison's messed up revenge scheme.I'd worked too hard. Come too far. Survived too much to ever let that happen.I closed my locker without taking anything out.All my things, as far as I was concerned, would stay exactly where they were. I would work this out somehow, one way or another. I had to.This was just a little break, I told myself firmly. Some temporary time off to regroup and think and figure out my next move.I'd be back. I'd clear my name, prove Allison was lying, and I'd walk back through these doors vindicated.Maybe even in time for prom. Maybe even in time to accept that crown."You can do this," I muttered to myself under my breath, adjusting my bac

"Nicole, come on. You know his phone password—and it's your middle name, not some random number. You guys know each other's parents. You finish each other's sentences. You say you hate him and that he's annoying, but you light up every time he walks into a room.""Shut up" Nicole hissed, narrowing her eyes at me."I see how you look at him when he talks about other girls. You two aren't 'just friends.'" I used air quotes to emphasize my point. "And how would you know?" Nicole shot back, her eyes glistening with what might have been tears or might have been pure rage. "What the hell would you know about real friendship, huh? After lying to my face for months? After using us?"She was on a roll now, her voice getting louder, drawing curious looks from the few other customers in the restaurant. "You told me all that stuff about being bullied—about Allison nearly putting you six feet under, about the names they called you, about how isolated and alone you felt—and I believed you. I felt

Nicole pulled out her laptop—a silver MacBook covered in dark stickers with band names I didn't recognize—and booted it up.The screen cast a blue glow across her pale face as she inserted the SD card into the side slot and waited for it to load.I sat there in tense silence, my hands clasped in my lap, watching the loading icon spin on the screen.My heart was beating faster with each passing second. What if the videos showed something worse than the photos? What if they showed nothing useful at all?"Wait," Nicole said suddenly, her eyes narrowing at the screen. "Is this the number you were talking about? The one in the document?"I scrambled closer, practically climbing over the center console to see the laptop screen better. "Yeah, that's it. Why?"Nicole had apparently already opened all the files and was now staring at the Word document with the phone number.Her expression had shifted from annoyed skepticism to something more serious. More troubled."I know that number," she sa